"Oh, so she's the delusional rogue. I was wondering why any wolf would stray with someone plainer than his bonded mate."
"Trying to seduce someone's mate and then destroying his mate's claimed territory? What's wrong with this she-wolf?"
"Why are you so obsessed with another wolf's belongings? Howling about it won't make them yours."
I laughed—a hollow, disbelieving sound that scraped from my throat.
I looked straight at Kael, each word precise and clear. "Kael. That moon-gold has my pup Seren's initials engraved on it. You commissioned the work yourself from the pack smith. What exactly are you trying to claim?"
His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath his skin. "Who told you that?"
"The initials are obviously my mate's and my surnames. S and L."
What?
My mind went blank. S and L? For... their names?
But Kael had told me himself—our pup would be called Seren, Seren of the Ashvale line, because she was the living proof of our sacred bond.
Which meant...
When my daughter was born, they were already together.
The cruelest irony of all? Even our pup's name was a monument to their betrayal.